I could see the two of us curled up on s lounge chair on a balcony several stories up, watching the sun go down. Well, I'd be doing most of the curling: one leg snuggled between yours, my head on your chest, and your arms wrapped around me. I know your fingers would trace patterns on what bare skin they could find- the back of my thigh, my hip, or even curled around my upper arm. We'd lie there until the sun set in all its glory, feeling that sacred silence, as if there isn't anyone else in the world. As the dark set in I'd turn my face up to yours, lips trailing from collarbone, to neck, to jaw until our mouths met. A simple press of lips, and then I open my mouth to let your tongue trace the outline of my lips before venturing inside. My left hand wanders over your chest as we kiss, yours easing further under my short skirt as our tongues touch and taste, lips still soft.
You break the kiss to murmur, "You are so beautiful," and I smile as you ease me onto my back. Leaning half over me with your knee between my legs you study my face and body, sliding your right hand under my singlet to caress my bare skin. I don't have to ask if you like what you see because it's written across your face: awe, acceptance, arousal and love. A potent mix.
You're wearing more than I am, but my hands move over your arms and chest as you kiss me again, fingers of one hand trailing up to slide through your hair. I sink my teeth into your bottom lip and you draw in a sharp breath, knee pressing harder between my thighs.
"Cheeky," you mutter when I've freed you. "What am I going to do with you?"
You roll off the lounge and stand, tugging me to my feet and slipping an arm around my waist to guide me inside. The bed is right next to the doors, and I laugh as you tumble me backwards onto it. Clothes decidedly rumpled I watch with a small smile as you strip your shirt off and undo your belt, letting your slacks fall to the carpet. I lie back as you move onto the bed in your boxers and lean on one elbow beside me.
"You're overdressed," you say with a grin, tugging the bottom of my shirt.
I poke my tongue out and half-sit, pulling it over my head with both hands. While I'm still tangled in it you undo the buttons on my skirt and yank it down over my hips.
"Hey! Easy," I complain, but you've taken my underwear with it and suddenly all I'm wearing is a bra. You slide two fingers under the front of it with one eyebrow raised, and though I blush I turn away so that you can reach it to unhook it. When it's on the floor I stay on my side, humming with pleasure as you run your fingers over my back before curling your hand over my hip to bring my body back to yours.
"Now who's overdressed," I mutter, and then gasp as you push me down onto my front. After a brief tussle I settle down with my head pillowed on my hands, purring as you begin to explore the contours of my body.
"Little cat," you chuckle, and then let your nails dig into my side so that I hiss on an indrawn breath. But then your lips trail over the same spot, soothing, and I sigh as you run your tongue up my spine and kiss the nape of my neck.
"Ready to stop being embarrassed?" you ask, sinking your teeth into my ear.
"Ow!" I exclaim, turning my head.
When I see you leaning over me, bare-chested, I forget to breathe for a moment, struck by sudden lust. I wriggle onto my back and reach for you, drawing you down so that I can kiss you again. You groan as my breasts touch your chest, letting your lower body rest on mine as you wrap your arms under my shoulders. Pressed down by your weight I curl one leg over your backside, drawing your erection closer to where I want it as my palms frame you face. With a growl you grind your hips into mine, making me squirm under you as we explore each other's mouths. Then you draw back and scoot down the bed, feathering your palms up my calves as you place a kiss on the inside of my ankle. I shiver as you move up my legs, placing kisses one after another on both sides and gently nipping the back of my knees. I'm finding it hard to stay still by the time you reach the inside of my thighs, whimpering as you touch your tongue briefly to my clitoris before moving upwards to kiss my stomach. Kiss by kiss you make your way up the rest of my body, between my breasts and up the column of my throat. But you only kiss my lips once, hard, before settling yourself down between my legs again, pushing my knees out wide.
I blush, hands linking nervously across my stomach.
"Wha.. What are you going to do?"
You lick one finger and press it against my asshole, ignoring my sudden whimper and the way my hands tighten on the bed sheet. I hadn't expected this.
"Relax, you'll enjoy it."
But I shake my head, trying not to twist as I feel you slowly and inexorably push your finger past my resistance.
"Oww..."
I jump when you slap my thigh, gasping as your finger drives deeper.
"Do I have to keep doing that until you relax?" you ask, gazing up my body.
Looking anywhere but at you I do make a conscious effort to loosen up, but it doesn't satisfy you and you slap me again, pushing your finger right in this time and making me groan.
"Oh, that hurts. I can't imagine having anyone's cock up there..."
You slide your other hand down to my pussy and trace the outline of my lips, smiling as I squirm.
"You'll have mine sometime, so start imagining. But for the moment all I want you to take is another finger."
I shake my head, but you've already withdrawn the first and placed two at my ass, and I complain all over again as you push them both inside. It's an odd feeling, having my pussy empty with your fingers in my ass. It still hurts, a little, as long as you don't move. But then you slam two fingers of your other hand into my pussy and I moan, hands gripping the bed sheet for dear life.
"Oh, fuck..."
Your fingers rub each other through the thin wall separating my pussy from my ass, moving independently of each other and I can feel myself getting wetter because your hands move faster and deeper with ease.
"Am I.. going to get... to do this to you? Oh!"
But you shake your head, stirring your fingers inside me.
